He knew the road with her would never be smooth,
But the moment they met, his heart was soothed.
Her flaws, her fire, her gentle grace,
Each piece of her lit up his space.
Through sleepless nights and quiet tears,
He held her memory through the years.
Her laugh, her soul, her storm and light,
Made every lonely day feel right.
She wasn't perfect but perfect to him,
Even when hope grew quiet and dim.
He saw her not as fate or chance,
But as a reason for a second glance.
And though the world asked him to move on,
His love for her had never gone.
He carried her like sacred flame,
And whispered softly, just her name.
For above it all — through time and ache
He knew she'd be worth every break.
And when the stars aligned, he'd say with grace:
"You were always worth the wait."
